Hermione Granger and the Philosopher's stone

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone written from the perspective of Hermione Granger.

Hermione Granger is an extraordinary little girl. Ever since she was a toddler she's been making things happen that would cause the other boys and girls in the playground turn their heads, not to mention the looks of horror from their parents. Not only is there something strange about Hermione, but she also happens to be the cleverest little girl her primary school has ever had.

A week into the summer holidays, Hermione receives a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She's always known she was different, but now Hermione has found a place where she truly belongs.

Follow her along her journey, making new friends, learning new things and exceeding tremendously in her school work, but what will happen when she learns the secrets of the Wizarding world?

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6. Diagon Alley

Stepping into Madam Malkin's we're greeted by the back of a short, plump witch dressed all in midnight blue. As she turns around her curled, silver hair bounces on her shoulders. She smiles as she sees Hazel.

"How lovely to see you, darling!" She cries, embracing Madam Douglas in her short, stubby arms. "A new Hogwartian I suppose?" She asks, reaching out her arms for me now. Her small, round hands land on my shoulders and she leads me towards two stools, one occupied by a round-faced boy being fitted by another friendly-looking witch dressed all in baby pink. I stand up on the stool and Madam Malkin shuffles away.

"Hello," I say to the boy, in an attempt to make friends.

"H-hi," He murmurs, turning to face me.

"My name's Hermione, what's yours?" I ask as Madam Malkin returns; two different sized robes lay in her arms.

"Neville Longbottom," He replies, as a long, black piece of material is thrust over my head. "Are you going to Hogwarts too?" I hear, my head popping out of my robes.

"Ouch!" I yelp, before I can reply; Madam Malkin's needle had slipped through the material and pricked my leg. As I look down, I see the needle moving by itself. "Uh-yes. I am. First year?" I ask, rubbing my calf.

"Yeh. What house d'you think you'll be in? Gran says I'd better be in Gryffindor - most of my family has been. But, but I think I'll just be in Hufflepuff." Neville says, looking downhearted.

"What are Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?" I ask, as the second witch pulls Neville's robe up and over his head.

"You don't know about the houses?" He asks, looking surprised.

"No - well. I mean, I'm muggle-born, you see. So, I don't know much about the Wizarding world." I explain, as he steps down from his stool.

"Well, I guess you'll learn soon enough - there are plenty of books about Hogwarts." He says, starting to walk away.

"Thank you, Neville." I say, Madam Malkin pulling off my robe. "I'll see you in September!" I add, as he meets who I can only assume must be his Gran. He waves as they walk out.

As I hop down off my stool, the door opens and a dark-haired, hard-faced girl strides in. Behind her walk her equally severe-looking parents.

"Pansy, come and choose some new dress robes." Her mother drawls, walking over to a rack full of rather un-attractive outfits. But this Pansy girl just stares at me. I stare back for a second or two, before swishing my hair as dramatically as I can and walking over to where my parents are stood waiting.

We pay and leave Madam Malkin's, now bearing three identical black robes. We stop to buy parchment and quills before heading to a shop called Flourish and Blotts.

"Where's your list, Hermione?" Mum asks, as we enter the bookstore. Before I can register what she's saying my mind goes blank. Before me, stacked high to the ceiling, are books of all shapes, sizes and colours. I pick up the first one I come to and read the title - "Rune Dictionary". Opening it randomly I see multiple different symbols with English translations beside them. I place the book back on the shelf and walk until another catches my eye - "Gadding with Ghouls" by Gilderoy Lockhart. I turn to the blurb and a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man smiles at me. As I'm about to start flicking through, something catches my eye - I'm pretty sure that the fair-skinned man on the back cover just winked at me. Looking closer, to check I'm not going mad, I see him wave. I hurry over to Hazel.

"Is this normal?" I ask, handing her the book. "Do wizard pictures usually move around like this?"

"Ooh! Gilderoy Lockhart - what a dreamboat!" She says, avoiding a questioning stare from Dad. "Mm, yes my dear. Our photographs are bewitched so that you can see the people inside them moving." She tells me, flicking through the big, purple book. "I've got all his books at home - feel free to borrow them!" She winks.

We spend over an hour in the bookstore, finding all the required books as well as looking at multiple others. Finally, we carry all the books to the counter. As the Wizard behind the counter is adding up the cost of all the books, I pull out my equipment list.

"What about a pet?" I ask, looking up at Dad.

"Mm. I don't think we have enough galleons left to get you all these books and a pet. We probably have enough to get everything else that's on the list, but it's either those extra books," He says, pointing to five books I'd chosen on top of the 6 required ones. "Or a pet. It's your choice sweetie."

I'm caught in a dilemma for a bit - I've only ever owned a pet fish and I was sort of looking forward to getting a cat...but I desperately wanted these books. I finally decided that it would be more conscientious to buy the books, as well as the fact that owning a cat would require care as well as time that I could spend studying.

Picking up my new books, we walk out of the store and decide that we should head back to the Leaky Cauldron for some lunch. When we get there, Dad takes our shopping out to the car, helped by Hazel, who could then show him back inside. As me and Mum are walking to the bar, the chalkboard menu catches our attention. We both start to read and then turn to look at each other, bursting with laughter. The menu consists of multiple different variations of 'Leaky House Soup', such as 'House Leaky Soup', 'Soup Leaky, Leaky' and 'Soup, Soup Soup'. As Hazel and Dad walk back through the door, our laughter quietens down. Hazel walks up to the bar.

"Afternoon, Tom." She says, perching on a barstool. 

"Afternoon Ma'am." The balding barman replies, magically removing a spot of dirt from the counter-top. "What can I get you today, Hazel?" - It seems like everyone around here knows our friend.

"Ooh...I'm not sure whether to get the 'Soup Leaky House', or...the 'Leaky, Leaky Soup'. Which would you recommend?"  

Dad stifles a snort with a cough as the barman suggests the 'House, House Soup', instead.

"Well, I think we'll have four bowls please," She asks, turning around to check our agreement. We nod.

"What can I get you to drink?" Tom asks, magically ladling ashen-green liquid into four bowls.

"I'll have a coffee and the wife'll have a tea, thanks." Dad says, stepping forward.

"No coffee, sorry mate, but we've got brandy that'll warm your throat jus' as good." Tom replies, pushing forward a rather odd-shaped pint glass.

Dad grudgingly takes the brandy and sets it down on a near-by table. We carry the bowls over as well, as Hazel orders us both 'Butterbeer'. I help her by carrying my tankard as she carries hers in one hand and Mum's tea in the other.

"How much does this come to?" Dad asks, picking up a bent spoon.

"My treat." Hazel winks, sitting down next to Mum.

***

After we'd finished our rather bland soup and drunk our drinks (My butterbeer was delicious - like a slightly less-sickly butterscotch) we head out again. After picking up a new cauldron, set of phials, telescope, brass scales and all of the required potions ingredients, the only thing left on the list is a wand.

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